MElle

The other evening as usual JMS asked me what I did during the day.  I relayed the story of my trip to the FNAC, including how I had to ask for directions a few times.

JMS mentioned that one of her exchange students used asking for directions as a way to pick up girls.  She then suggested that I try the same to meet French men.

          Without thinking, I quipped, "That's how I met my ex, and it was a mistake."
          "Actually, it wasn't." Playing with the food on my plate, I added softly. 
          Janine concluded, "Ah, it's because you still love him."
          "Yes, I do..." I agreed wistfully.

Since when do I only ask women for directions, I wonder?